Walker knows he's a , though he doesn't wear any iron chains and isn't being carted around in a cell by these...people...he still knows when he's being look at as a captive. As a threat. It's fair of course, but it's still got him feeling anxious and had him make a point to stay near the back of the line, just in case he needed to get away.

But get away where?

He doesn't even know where he is, let alone where he could go. If there was anywhere to go. No, for now he would stick with this group and learn what he could. Still that didn't change the fact that he felt cold, and the loss of action made the pain in his body more acute, and his general lack of water become a more prone ant issue. Originally he had wanted to distance himself from the group and watch them for a bit. But he needs, craves it above all else, even more so than something to help keep him warm.

"Hey," his voice silently crackled from burnt, bleeding lips. "Got any water to spare? And maybe a blanket?"